The Dominating Husband

Chapter Three

Rain

Paid for me? My father sold me? I should be angry—furious even—but I couldn’t ignore the warm pressure coiling in my core. Hell, I hated the way he made me furious, yet needy.

My own father sold me to a stranger—a blind one at that. Why? What did he even need? There was no doubt Reina’s pregnancy ordeal was all planned, and I couldn’t believe my own father was in on it. Yes, he was always cold, a man no one would wish to have as a father, but he was still my blood. The last thing I ever expected was for him to sell me off so easily like some damn property he’d been waiting to get rid of.

My hands trembled as I flipped through the pages of the document, my heart racing. My breath caught in my throat when I saw my father’s signature—and right next to it, my stepmother’s. I knew my father didn’t care about me, but I never thought he’d sell me off like a piece of property without even telling me.

I clutched the document, my knuckles whitening as tears rolled down my cheeks. For the first time in my life, I lost all hope. Any dream I had of marrying the perfect man or having the perfect marriage shattered into nothing. There would never be a happy life for me. I was destined to be stuck in this hell, controlled and used by the people around me.

Becky was right when she said I was born to serve others. Her cruel words echoed in my mind, stinging more now than ever.

“As my wife, you’ll have everything you need. Just ask, and it’ll be provided.” A smirk crept onto his lips as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. His hot breath brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. God, I hated how he made me feel. I hated how needy my body was, how the anticipation I’d once felt about marriage was now poised to ruin me.

“And the good news?” His voice dropped lower, making my stomach twist. “You’ll get fucked by me until you’re pregnant.”

His words hit me like a jolt, and a lump formed in my throat. He leaned in even closer, his tone dripping with dark promise. “It’s going to be rough, fast, and everything you need. I’ll make you crave it, Rain. I’ll make you beg for it—even if you hate me for it.”

I swallowed hard, my legs trembling under his gaze.

He chuckled softly, as though he could sense the effect his words had on me. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, his smirk replaced by the cold, commanding expression I was starting to dread.

“We don’t have any more time to waste,” he said, tapping his cane sharply against the floor. “You’ll take a bath and dress in the clothes I’ve provided. Now, Rain.”

The command in his voice left no room for argument. I didn’t even have anything else to say. This was my life now, and the sooner I accepted it, the less it would hurt. He said I could get everything I needed, maybe he could help make my dreams of owning a fashion house come true? Maybe, just maybe things could go in ways I wanted with all these obstacles. Maybe I could still pick up the pieces of my life and make something out of the wreckage.

I sniffled, wiping my tears, and retreated into the bathroom.

The bathroom was more extravagant than anything I’d ever seen, but it only deepened the weight in my chest. I stripped off my dress and stepped under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. It felt good, but it couldn’t completely wash away the turmoil inside me.

The events of the day replayed relentlessly in my head, and I leaned against the tiled wall. I forced myself to picture the positive side of this union… the fact that I could eventually get my fashion house, and the… the dark promises of pleasure.

I was lost in my thoughts until the creaky sound of the door pulled me out of my daze.

It was him. He was standing right there in nothing but his shorts.

My hands instinctively shot up my body. What the hell was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to wait for me to come out before he comes in here?

He didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, he stood there for minutes, turning around as though he was watching for me, and it was then I remembered his condition.

My hands dropped from my body. He couldn’t even see me. He was blind.

I took a good look at him, more than I expected to do. He had some tattoos that sprawled from his shoulder down to his belly button, and disappeared into his shorts. The idea of knowing where the tattoo ended formed a tight knot in my throat. His strong arms and chest were the perfect profile of the kind of man I dreamed of.

And then my eyes betrayed me. They drifted lower, tracing the line of his chest, to his waist, until they landed on the huge bulge pressing against his shorts. The fabric did absolutely nothing to hide the tantalizing curve of his cock. And it instantly made me drool.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I couldn’t stop the heat that pooled low in my belly almost immediately, my body betraying me as a surge of adrenaline rushed through me, a spiraling sensation of need coursing through my body. My thighs pressed together, my heart pounding hard in ways I couldn’t control.

In that moment, the only thing I could think of was having that body pressed against mine, or that drooling bulge of his cock between my legs, soothing the ache in my core.

From his broad shoulders to his defined calves, he was everything I imagined a man could be. Everything but his eyes. Those pale, unseeing irises reminded me of the reality I kept trying to ignore: I had married a blind man.

“Rain. Wifey.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts, and a loud gasp escaped my lips.

Wifey? Did he really just call me that? I froze. My throat felt dry. I wanted to respond, but the words was caught somewhere between my mind and my mouth. I couldn’t answer.

“Oh! There you are.” He stated with a dangerous smile that sent shivers down my spine.

Without his cane, he moved with the same confidence, snapping his finger as he took slow steps toward me.

I felt the urge to move, to meet him halfway, to stop him from stumbling. But when I took a step, my foot slipped, and I jolted forward with a sharp yelp, bracing myself for the worst.

Before I could hit the floor, Enzo’s strong hands caught me… firm, sure, and in complete control. My fingers clung to his arms instinctively, my breath catching as my gaze locked with his pale, sightless eyes.

For what felt like an eternity, we stayed like that, and he held me close.

His face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my face. For a minute, I thought he was going to kiss me, and I wanted him to. But he didn’t.

Then, I became achingly aware of where one of his hands had landed—cupping my naked boob as though it was the best place he could possibly hold.

My temperature rose, my knees growing weak, and I couldn’t stop the flush that spread across my skin. My body betrayed me instantly, responding to his touch in a way I had never experienced in my entire existence.

I should have pushed him away, should have said something, but I couldn’t. My limbs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. But to him. I wanted him to keep his hand on me, to explore me in ways I couldn’t even explain.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Wifey?” His voice was low and commanding, laced with a teasing confidence that send shivers down my body. “You haven’t moved my hand yet. Was this why you slipped?”

My breath faltered, his words cutting through my dazed thoughts. He had it wrong… didn’t he? But as his fingers moved slightly, brushing through my sensitive nipple and sending a cold chill through my body, I couldn’t deny the truth—I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I loved the feeling of having his hand on my body, and it came instantly. As much as I wanted to push him away and push myself back from going any further, my body reacted in a different way. My body wanted a different thing.

“I… I didn’t—” The words tumbled out, stammering and incoherent, but he didn’t move, didn’t let me escape the cage of his presence. Instead, he leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he spoke.

“You’re trembling.” His warm breath against my skin sent my stomach tightening into pleasurable knots. “Is it fear… or something else?”

Before I could answer, he reached out and turned off shower swiftly, then he pinned me against the cool tiles, leaning his hands on either side of me.

His body pressed closer against mine, the hard lines of his chest teasing me

“How do you move like that?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to steady myself. “Without falling, without…”

“Practice,” he interrupted smoothly, his breath warm against my skin. His hand lifted, cupping my jaw, tilting my face upward. I found myself staring into his pale eyes. They were sightless, but they burned as though he could see everything inside me, as though he could read every of my thoughts and figure my needs out. “And maybe…” His voice lowered with amusement. “The tiles aren’t nearly as slippery as you thought. So, why did you fall just when I was closing in on you, wifey? For this?” His lips curled into a sly smile, and he gave my boob a gentle squeeze.

A soft moan escaped my lips, even as hard as I fought it back. What was he doing to me? Just minutes ago, I resented this man and considered him a stranger, but here I was, not even confident enough to pull his hands off me.

“That’s not it,” I found my breath and muttered weakly, my attempt to sound firm failing miserably. “I was trying to help. I didn’t think you could… “

“Are you always so defensive?” He interrupted, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek before skimming down to brush my trembling lips. I froze. The slight touch of his hand sent an ache through my pussy, my mind was spinning out of control. “Tell me, Rain, do you always deny what you’re feeling? What you want? Do you always talk back?”

My mind spun, grasping for any coherent thought, but it was impossible when his other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. My hard nipple grazed his chest, the friction of his hard body against mine igniting a fire I didn’t know how to quench.

“You…you can’t touch me that way, I—“

“Why can’t I touch my wife that way?” He asked, his lips curling into a sly smirk. The faster I accepted my new reality as his wife, the better it’d be for me. “Do I need a written invitation to do that?” He continued.

“N…No, but it should be consensual.”

“Consensual?” He let out a bitter laugh. “I can already tell it is—from the rise in your temperature, to the way your nipples stand hard and begging under my touch.” He leaned in, his teeth grazing the shell off my ear, making my insides clench. “And you can bet my cock is just as hard.”

My breath hitched.

His hips shifted as he leaned even closer, my body aching as I felt his hard cock pressing between my legs. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips as he felt my reaction. Shamefully, I positioned him better where I wanted him to be, and another soft gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hard length pressing against my aching spot.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he murmured darkly. “Your body knows exactly what it wants, Rain. Why don’t you?”

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the overwhelming heat surging through me. His lips found the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made me shudder.

“Tell me…” His voice trailed off as his hand slid up, cupping my boob fully, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. A sharp moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice breaking, the sound more of a plea than a protest. My eyes flickering like a light. My legs trembling, about to give out.

He chuckled softly as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Do you want me to fuck you, wifey? Right here, right now? Do you want me to show you what kind of pleasure you’ll get from me until this contract lasts?”

Could he really do that to me? Make me feel things I’d always looked forward to? Touch me in ways I’d imagined for years?

My thoughts were a chaotic mess, but one rose to the surface—yes. And yet, the words I managed to say were the ones I shouldn’t have.

“You… you can’t see. What can a blind man do?” I stammered, my voice trailing off as I realized what I said.

A loud chuckle that sent shivers through my spine escaped his lips, and he squeezed my boob even harder, sending a reasonable amount of wetness through my pussy to make me realize that I really needed whatever he had planned to do to me.

“I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect position to take you in until your legs give out,” he murmured, his voice low and sinfully confident, just like I had imagined them to be. His teeth grazed my ear, followed by the soothing swipe of his tongue, sending shockwaves down my body. “You smell so damn good… I want to ruin you.”

My breath hitched, my body betraying even further as a soft moan tore through my lips.

His fingers teased a slow path from my boobs to my waist, hovering above the ache between my legs. He slipped his finger between my legs, finding the slick wetness waiting for him. Every nerve ending in my body came alive, desperate for his touch, and as though he knew that, he found my clit, giving it a quick flick that sent a gasp through my lips.

“En... Enzo,” my body shook, my voice trembled.

God! I wanted more.

“I love the way my name sounds on your lips, wifey,” he growled. “Say it again.”

Before I could even process his words, his thumb pressed harder, flicking and stroking my clit with a dangerous pace that sent more wetness dripping through my pussy, sliding down my shaky legs. My hands bawled into a fist, trying to fight back the urge to ask for more.

He gave me no chance to catch my breath before his fingers shove into me with a force that pushed me up the wall. I immediately held onto him for support as his fingers continued to graze my dripping pussy, unrelenting and precise, curling and stretching me in a way that sent heaviness to my legs.

My back arched against the tile wall, and a raw, unfiltered cry tore from my throat. “Fuck! Enzo... Oh, God.”

His lips brushed against the nape of my neck, his hot breath igniting flames across my skin, my temperature rose once again. “It’s our wedding night,” he whispered, his teeth grazing my ear, “so for the first and only time, I’m giving you the chance to tell me what you want—how you want me to touch you, how you want me to fuck you, and make you cum. Every other night? We play by my rules.”

His fingers confined to move with a rhythm that had my mind spiraling, the pressure building unbearably fast. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, could only moan. Every sensation he gave me drowned out the world around us.

My hands instinctively dropped onto his wrist and I pushed his finger even further inside of me.

“Okay?” His voice hardened, demanding an answer.

“Okay... okay,” I panted, barely coherent. “Please... please, fuck me.”

His lips curled into a wicked smile as he pulled his fingers out, making me whimper at the loss. “Good girl,” he rasped. “Now, let me show you exactly what it means to be mine, exactly what a blind man can do.” He scooped me up in his arms effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing, carrying me out of the bathroom. “Oh, Rain, I’m going to fuck you so hard, I’m going to make you cum so many times, you’ll lose count.”